For @deathbeforedecaf : Always wake up beside me.

[blackhourglass]

Things had been good for Clint and Natasha since they'd started dating. They hadn't killed one another ... yet, and the fights had been fairly minimal with only a few jealous flareups-- at least on Natasha's part. She didn't really know how Clint had been fairing, but it seemed to be alright. Natasha had stopped sleeping with clients and had cut off all ties with her ex's. They both would always be natural flirts, but that was fine with her. She knew that in the end, he belonged to her, and it was her body he came home to.

Speaking of which, she had fun planned for them tonight. "Movies" had been the spoken agenda, but Natasha had pulled out her toy chest and gotten out a few things that they'd both like in the bedroom. These were things they hadn't done together and Natasha was looking forward to it. She had even made some glow in the dark jello shots to start the night off with. Eating jello'ed alcohol off of one another was never, ever a bad way to start off a night.

Now all she needed was Clint.

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[deathbeforedecaf]

Being with Natasha seems too good to be true. Things are going well, and they barely even fight. Clint's never been the jealous type, but that doesn't stop him from being happy that she's cut off contact with her exes. Clint would do the same, but many are women and men that he works with, so he can't exactly stop talking to them altogether. He has made it very clear that he's a taken man now and he's not looking to renew any relationship between them. Hopefully Natasha doesn't get too jealous.

He grabs them each a coffee on his way over to her place because he's always jonesing at least a little. Once he arrives, he knocks on the door. Honestly, it would be so much easier if they just lived together, but Clint likes his loft and his building, so Natasha will have to move in with him.

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Most of Natasha's ex's are within the business as well, but she doesn't go out of her way to keep up with them, or mix with them when she doesn't have to. Plus, everyone seems to know that her and Clint are a thing now. Resting against him with her hand along his thigh at the last big meeting of the minds seemed to do the trick, not to mention the fact that they got caught making out in the elevator. Rumors always travel fast. It's the kind of rumor that makes her very happy now.

Maybe it's a little strange to feel so domesticated when Natasha never thought she deserved it, or thought this was in the cards for her, but Clint has always been her one and she knows it. Moving in together is a natural next step, but she too loves her place. It's something that she made her own after her life of always being controlled by others. Plus, it's got her large bed, and her bathtub that she adores. It also has a closet that fits all her clothes. Obviously, Clint will have to move in with her.

When the door sounds she answers it wearing one of Clint's t-shirts that he's left behind and a a little something for him under it. It's not much, but she likes buying small bits of new lingerie that will inspire and titillate both of them.

"Ooooh, Coffee. I never would have guessed. Thanks, love. No troubles on the way over?" She checks to make sure. Usually their days off are mostly uneventful, but every now and then something will surprise them when they're least expecting it.

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Clint takes a moment in the doorway to look Natasha over. His mouth curls up into an appreciative grin as he takes in her. "You didn't need to get dressed up for me." He's wearing his usual: jeans and a t-shirt, this one with a bullseye in the middle of his chest. He leans for a kiss and then closes the door behind them.

Clint hands Natasha her coffee and kicks off his shoes. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of getting to see you in this outfit?" Contrary to what the other Avengers think - with good reason, because they've been caught getting it on all over the Avengers tower at this point - they don't only have sex. A lot of the time they hang out doing other things. Sure, they eventually end up having sex, but it doesn't always start out that way.

Natasha starting the date out with no pants on certainly speaks to them getting there sooner rather than later.

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Hey, Clint and Natasha have a lot of interests and they actually get out to do a variety of things together. Natasha has a growing 'dating' bucket list, and she hasn't even compared hers to Clint's yet. They've just started with the official coupley date things that they never really got around to doing before, because they were always so hit or miss when they were together. This time, Natasha knows that it's the real deal and that they are both ready to really settle down together.

"I might have gotten a few new things to play with out in the other room. It depends on how naughty you want to be today and how eager you really are to watch this movie we've been talking about. I mean, there's always after we fall asleep together, or tomorrow morning... " She laughs, knowing full well that they could go round enough to take all night and into the morning. Although lately they haven't had the need to do that since they've been pretty regular. It's been nice having a partner that she knows and doesn't have to worry about.

Hiking up the edge of "her" shirt, she shows off just a bit of what she's wearing beneath it. "I got some new lube if that gives you a hint... The really good stuff." Taking a sip of the warm coffee feels good. It's always one of the better feelings, the way it first hits and heats the inside her stomach before it has a chance to cool.

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"You know, I've always loved your creativity in bed," Clint tells her. As effective as he is out in the field, confident in his abilities and able to take on even the most fierce of enemies, Clint is a little bit more submissive in the bedroom. He likes it when his partner is more in control, likes to go along for the ride.

That's not to say that he's not an active participant, he just likes a little direction in his performance.

As soon as Natasha lifts her shirt, it's game over for Clint. Honestly, he's not sure he would have even made through the movie with her next to him in almost nothing. He wraps his hands around her hips and drops a kiss to her neck. "I think the movie can wait, don't you?"

[blackhourglass]

No matter how Clint is in the bedroom, Natasha loves it. She knows that he can be submissive and she has no troubles taking control the majority of the time. Every now and then she needs to be the one that curls up into his body, and allows him to be the strength between the two of them, reminding her that she doesn't always have to be strong, but on nights like this-- on nights like this, Natasha is more than happy to slide her hands along his torso and up his shirt, dislodging it from his body and pulling it over his head.

"Oh, I think the movie can wait for another day. Fuck. Your body never stops, does it. Mnn. It keeps me wanting every damn day." Taking a step into him, she slides her hands up and over his shoulders, resting them there for a second before lowering them slowly along and over his chest, fingers pausing to encircle nipples lightly, playfully on the way down to tease at abs, and the line above his waist.

"Found some nipple clamps and this other little, well, not so little thing I am pretty sure you're going to like." Natasha rolls out of his grip with a quick little turn. Practiced on the battlefield a million times over, she makes it look like a dance as she slips away and saunters into the bedroom, turning to look at him briefly with a head over the shoulder that lasts only as long as it takes her to pull his shirt up and over her head and shoulders and toss of the floor before disappearing into the room.

[deathbeforedecaf]

Considering how much work Clint puts into maintaining his body, it's nice to have it appreciated. He leans into her touches, gasps at her fingers on his nipples, and is left wanting more. There's an air of promise between them; this is going to be a good, good night. Clint is looking forward to anything and everything that Natasha wants to try, because he knows it will be good. Even if they end up not liking it, they're comfortable enough with each other to switch it up and do something else.

"Oh really? Are you gonna try your hand at fucking me this time, Tasha?" he asks, watching her walk away from him. The concept is hot as all hell. Natasha would be good at it, he thinks.

He follows after her, letting her tease him from the doorway. He's already so turned on, just thinking about what he wants to do together. Then she slips the shirt off and all she's wearing is a tiny pair of panties. Clint's mouth waters as he breaches the doorway. "Are you gonna let me get you before we focus on me?"

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Standing by the bed in only her tiny little thong, Natasha smiles and licks her lips with an air of utter seduction. It's good to be wanted and to know that the person that wants her accepts her unconditionally. It offers a boost to her confidence like no other, and ups her game even more than she'd ever experienced before. Clint is the one, and Natasha enjoys being settled in that. No matter what happens tonight, she knows that she's the only one that turns him on like this now, and he's the only one for her.

Taking a hand to her own nipple, she twists and pulls it, making herself shudder and gasp. "I imagine that I could let you touch me before I have fun with you. I didn't say who we got all these toys for. You can play with them too." Turning to their little toy box, Natasha pulls out the brand new strap-on, and the clamps. The lube is already settled by the bed, it never seems to make it back to a drawer any more. "Is there anything else I should get out for tonight? Anything you want to use?"

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Clint always wants the same thing when they start out for the night, and by now, Natasha knows what that one thing is. "I want you to ride my face," he says. "I want you to get yours first." As much as Clint is the type of guy that never says no when sex is on the table, he is a very giving lover. He wants to make sure that Natasha is taken care of before they go any further.

"Then we can do whatever you want. You know I'm good to try anything once." And he is. If there's something she's interested in, he's never going to say no to trying it. He just might say no to doing it again.

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That. Yes, well, Natasha knows that Clint would want that above all things first. He's not completely predictable, but there are a few things that he truly enjoys in the bedroom and her grinding down onto his face is one of them. Far be it from her to say no to the man who loves her enough to want her moaning out to the heavens before he gets in his time. They could do it together, but he always has her coming before him.

It's true, whatever else he is, Clint will always be a generous lover. Slipping off the bit of lace that covers her, Natasha stands in front of her love completely naked, slowly climbing up on the bed. "You know, I've been thinking. We spend enough nights together..." Drawing her hands along the center part of her body, she slides a finger over herself, and kneels enough so that he can see it as she begins to massage her clit.

She knows that he's going to enjoy how wet she'll be for him, how crazy dripping wet he makes her. "Mmn.. fuck. I want you here. I want you here all the time, and not just between my legs, but in my life, in my bed, in my place. I don't want to be apart anymore, Clint." Waiting for him to move to where she is, gives her more time to moan for him, to stick her fingers back and wiggle them up inside herself.

[deathbeforedecaf]

Clint watches Natasha touch herself with his mouth hanging open. No matter how many times they do this, he can't get used to how hot she is when she gets herself ready for him. He's so entranced that he nearly misses what she's saying.

The thing is, Clint doesn't want to move to her place. He owns his building, and he wants to remain an onsite landlord. If they need somewhere bigger than his little loft, he can always talk to one of the other tenants and see if they want to switch for a lower rent, but he wants her to move in with him, or to find somewhere they both choose.

They'll have time to talk about that after, though. Right now, all Clint wants is to get his face in that perfect pink pussy. "Come here, Tasha," he teases with a grin, getting his hands on her hips and tugging her toward his waiting mouth. This close, she looks incredible, with her fingers dipping inside, and a sheen of wetness covering her pretty lips. Clint feels his mouth water just looking at her. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he tells her right before leaning in for a taste.

[blackhourglass]

No matter what happens with their living arrangements, it's in the near future and right now is about exactly what Clint does to Natasha. She knows how hard he works on the body she slowly begins to move towards and it never ever fails to disappoint. Every single time he looks at her like he is now, how can she not feel her mouth water and her body respond. Goosebumps litter her skin as she slowly crawls up next to him and adjusts her positioning.

Not only is his body beautiful, but his eyes always see right through her. He's the only one that has ever been able to do this. No matter how little she may love herself, he will always love her and she knows it. He sees the parts of her that she may never understand, and loves her in spite of it. all. It's a part of what makes their intimate moments, even ones like this, so fucking explosive. Licking across her lips, she knows that she'd move wherever he wanted her to in order to be with him always.

"How could I go anywhere else." She coos, straddling his face with a moan. Nat can already feel the brush of his chin against her wet pussy. Then when he leans in to taste, she grabs at the headboard to hold on, gasping for that initial breath that he demands from her body with his tongue. "Fuck, Clint. Jesus. "

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Natasha is so responsive to him. He knows that it's hard for her to let go, which is why he likes warming her up before taking his own pleasure. He'd do this for her every single day if she'd let him.

Clint licks over her folds, all the way up to her clit, which he sucks into her mouth. She's so sweet and velvety, so rich against his lips and tongue. Clint holds her hip with one hand, but he uses the other to move between her legs. As he sucks on her clit, he teases her entrance with his fingers, smoothing the wetness over her sweet pussy, and then he dips them inside.

He wants to taste her everywhere, wants to bend her over and touch every secret part of her, but she has plans for him tonight. He'll save that for another time.

[blackhourglass]

There's a very good chance that Clint might get his wish fulfilled if they do end up moving in together. Natasha loves this man more than she ever thought she could, and mostly it's because he loves her in return. How could she not. Letting him please her is as much about her own self-gratification as it is about allowing him the joy of it.

It's taken time to learn to let go, but every day that they are together allows her to grow more used to the feeling. She's not that person that she was. Lifting her hands up, she cords them through her hair and rolls her hips against Clint, working them down some against that tongue and face. He's hitting a spot that has her moaning increasing. When his fingers enter her, it's all she can do to keep from losing it all together.

Using her knees to steady herself, she leans back and pants to try to hold onto the edge of her orgasm, letting it build as he continues to stroke and tease her. "Just a little bit more, baby... fuck. I'm gonna come, lick it. Just like that... a little bit more.."

[deathbeforedecaf]

Clint is obsessed with having Natasha like this. She's so responsive, so happy to have him take her apart. He doesn't think about anything else while he's eating her out, just concentrates on her slickness, on her wet folds, and on the way her hips swivel. God, she's the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life, and he can't believe that she's chosen him.

Because she's so close, Clint redoubles his efforts, using his fingers inside of her to bring her to that point. They have a long night ahead of them, and he's really looking forward to it. He likes knowing that he's given something to Natasha, first. Then they can get on with the rest of it.

[blackhourglass]

It's that. That effort right there that makes her body shiver and begin to quake against his mouth. Her hips stagger and then her careful control is gone. Natasha's orgasm runs across her like a freight train. Curses rain from her lips and she bucks like a horse gone mad against Clint's mouth. It's lucky he's got the strength he does, or she'd be jamming herself down on his teeth against some deeper part of him, but he never fails to see her through this wild part of her journey. Screaming his name, she finally drops and falls back, laying backwards along his body.

Turning sideways, she kisses his thigh, and then his cock. "You are so amazing. Fuck, clint that was so good, baby. God. I can barely breathe." It takes a few minutes of laying there, strewn across the man she loves before she has the energy to do much beyond kiss little parts of him and stroke this end of him softly, teasing at his sensitive spots to start the buildup to what she's got planned for the evening. Her thumb runs along the inside crease of his leg, and fingers play with the area of his taint.

It's nice when she can do this before they're too worked up. Sure, there's plenty of him being excited from merely getting her off, but it's not the same as what's about to come.

[deathbeforedecaf]

Natasha is so damn responsive with him, especially when she's got his mouth. He knows that she's not like this with many, if any, other people. This is reserved for him. He holds her as she bucks against his mouth with abandon, taking everything she gives him. When she finally calms, he helps her down onto the bed.

"Do you have any idea how hot that is?" he asks her, rubbing his hands over her back and shoulders. "You're ruined me for all others, Tasha. I just want to make you come for the rest of our lives." It's not like she doesn't already know that he loves her. He just loves this part too.

"Move in with me? I want your pussy on my mouth every fucking morning. I hate that we wake up apart."

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"You ruined me a long time ago, Clint." She negotiates down his body, kissing him across his chest after he brings her back from his mouth and to the bed. There's plenty more to do, but instead of getting straight to it what he says next after making her laugh lightly with his wonderful comment about making her come for the rest of their lives, has her grinning for an equally amazing reason.

"I believe I asked you that first. Your place is smaller than mine and I have the better bathroom." She nudges him in the side, placing open mouth kisses where she can reach. "I hate waking apart too. I don't want to do it anymore." Her mouth opens around his nipple and suckles at it, hair sweeping across his chest. A free hand reaches down and inside his pants so that she can curl her fingers around his dick. "You've got such a beautiful dick." She turns to watch as she pulls it free of his pants.

"I think we need to get rid of the rest of your clothing if we're going to play with all the toys I have though."

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"I'm putting that in my vows, I hope you know. In front of all our friends and family, I'm gonna say that I want to make you come for the rest of our lives." He knows they're unlikely to actually get married in any official way, but a simple ceremony to dedicate themselves to another? Yeah, Clint can see that. "Gonna make you come so much, babe. All the time, every day."

Clint, as predictable as ever, reaches down and cups her ass with his big hands. It's short lived though, because Natasha is moving down his body with her lips and hands. It's good, it feels good, and Clint is trying not to be selfish and drag her back up to eat her out again.

"Okay but hear me out. I own my building, and the family that was in the penthouse is moving out. We can take that, rent out my place. I'll show you next time you come over."

He does need less clothing though, so he shimmies out of his pants and lays back, hands behind his head.

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"Okay, you say that and I'm going to say that you have the best dick ever and that we will have sex up until our parts don't work anymore, cause I'm never going to stop needing you Clint Barton. I love you so fucking much." It doesn't matter if they never have a true wedding. Natasha figures that one day they'll have their own little thing that makes sense in the world they've made together. They know that this is it and Natasha won't ever need another man in her life. Clint's perfect in every way for her.

She sighs against the feeling of his hands, even as she starts to move down his body. Tonight is about him. He's always so wonderfully giving and tonight he's letting her take this lead and give to him. She plans on giving him exactly what he needs and showing him that all he could ever want, she can still offer.

Hovering over his hip, Natasha pauses before she runs her tongue along the full stripe of protruding bone. It's one of the favorite parts about him being so perfectly fit. It sticks out and is great to wrap her lips around-- even before she reaches his pant line. "Okay, tomorrow. I don't want to wait." She moves back so he can get out of his pants, and then goes right back to where she was.

This time she slides her hand along the inside of his thigh and cups his balls gently, lowering her mouth further she takes them inside and sucks on them, licking and barely pulling at the sack. It's always a weird feeling, but she likes the textures and the way he squirms. Her free hand plays with his perineum.

AHHH THE ICON

[deathbeforedecaf]

Clint is really looking forward to their night together. Natasha knows that he has and likes having sex with men, and part of that is the anal sex. He's been dying to have her peg him since they decided to get back together for good.

He pets her hair gently when she starts licking him and lays back to enjoy himself. He's not sure what Natasha has planned other than pegging him, but he's looking forward to it. He's always been more submissive in bed, even with women. He'll take control when Natasha wants him to, but over all, he likes it when she makes the decisions.

He kicks off his pants and tosses them aside, then surrenders himself to Natasha's mouth.

"Fuck, Tasha, feels good."

I love it so much. I need more.

[blackhourglass]

Since she can't give him the hard masculine body, the least she can do is offer up the pleasure of stimulating his prostate and offering a decent hardcore fucking, however he wants it. Natasha is happy to take the mantle of control the majority of the time, as long as she knows that she can give it up when she needs to. Clint does that for her. The days that she needs to let go, he lets her.

Actually, the day that he held her and nothing else was the day that she knew she wanted this for the rest of their lives, and that she'd do anything in her power to keep Clint. This is an easy thing to do for him, enjoyable in every way. She loves going down on him, and has feeling that she's going to have fun with the rest of this too. Flipping the tables can be fun.

Pulling off for a second, she flicks her tongue over the tip of his cock, letting a bit of saliva mix with his precome and lift as she looks up. "You taste amazing, baby." She smears it across her lips and then drops her head back down. Swiping her hand over his cock, she covers it in the mix of saliva and precome to get it slightly lubricated. It's not enough for much, but it's enough to play with.

Pushing open Clint's legs, Natasha nudges his thigh wide and to the side giving her access to his entrance. She slides her fingers around that tiny dark ring of muscles, playing with it as she had before with her tongue. This time she pushes in gently with her finger, feeling the slightly dry resistance before it gives and lets her digit in. She hums around his cock when it does.

this is the best i can do

[deathbeforedecaf]

Natasha is working wonders on him with her mouth. She's so good at making him feel good that he almost forgets to expect the finger when it comes. Luckily, she teases him a little first, and then slides it in. It's been a while since Clint has done this, on account of being in a committed monogamous relationship with a woman, so he's a little tighter than he might be normally. "Mm, Tasha, feels good," he murmurs.

Her mouth on his cock and her finger in his ass makes him feel incredible, and he's looking forward to the rest of their night. "Want me to get the lube?"

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Granted Nat hadn't pegged a guy before, but she'd fingered more than her fair share and used plenty of toys in that area. Plenty of men enjoyed prostate play and she was never shy about giving anyone the pleasure they desired as Clint well knows. Lubricant was a very big part of it all, and so she had it within her grasp already. It was as easy to reach as the strap-on that she was going to put on in a little bit.

"I'll get it in a second. I promise, I won't hurt you baby. I know how to do this right." Licking the tip of his cock, she moved downward and licked around his balls and then lower. It had been fun surprising him when she went down on him that first time. Curling her finger inside of him, she felt around for that soft little bit of flesh that would send him jolts of pleasure. For now she only wanted to tease at it a little bit before she wet him with her mouth.

As soon as she found that precious gland and gave it the attention it deserved; she removed her finger and replaced that with her tongue. Maybe her tongue couldn't reach where her finger could, but she knew all the nerves right around his entrance were incredibly sensitive to the heat of her wet mouth. She lapped and twisted that red muscle to play with him, enjoying all the pleasure she was able to offer him, since he was always so generous in his loving. This time it was her turn.

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"Oh, I trust you, babe." Clint will trust Nat until the day he dies, no matter what she's doing. In this, his trust will never waver. He rolls his hips in time with Natasha's movements, takes everything she's giving, and says, "I feel so good Tasha. You're making me feel so good."

If Clint feels good now, it's nothing in comparison to how he feels when she uses her tongue on him. Clint cries out at the first pass, then just pants as she continues to lick him. He'd been surprised the first time she'd done this, even though he shouldn't have been. Natasha is a wild woman in bed, maybe more wild than he is. Now, it's a regular part of their sex. Still feels incredible, though.

"Fuckkkkk Tasha. Oh fuck-"